Fredo - Tables Turn lyrics

Good weed and bad girls man
I'm calling that a setting
Couple man switched
But I'm calling that a lesson
It's all good g
You see I'm touring while you're stressing
Coat cost a car
I can't afford another sentence
And you can ask around we
Had to live this shit
Bout to go and flip this brick
And go and take a business trip

You say you're trapping hard
Nobody's ever witnessed it
The APs on my wrist
That used to sleep in whips and shit
Treat the coke just like some cake
Mix how I'm whisking it
Love my freedom so I ask myself
Still why I'm risking it
Guess it's life and my brudda's
Due to get a 5
True he's on his second strike

This shows are on my 7 coke
It's on my second line
She's been hatting 90 minutes
We're in extra time and I got bricks but my
Pebble line's my second grind
But my life is getting hectic
Never get the time and shout my mum
Wrote them letters when I
Went to jail everytime
And every school I went to gave up
Bro they never tried
And I can't even blame them
I was selling weed when it was lesson time

When I met Charlie
She showed me a better life
And you never know what's next
In this life full of sin
All I ever wanted was my Lyca to ring
Calm then I switch, like I'm fighting within
Need a break
I'm bout to take a flight with my ting
Yeah I'm rhyming and ting
But I still back my nank out
And slide it in him

Ain't going back, no more hiding my sim
I'm fighting in gym
Wasting time on the wing
Next week, might put 5 on my ring
GDotz my pendant, that's right for a king
They bagged bro's phone
So I'm writing to him
He caught 5 years, putting rice in the cling
Now he's up in Wano and
There's mice on the wing
Niggas still snitching it ain't
Right what you did

We all want money
That's the meaning of life
I gotta watch the older niggas
Cos I'm beating their price
Raw coke on the block
I ain't deetsed in my life
This coke ain't tryna lock
I'm needing some ice she's horny
She said I'm what she needs in her life
So when I link her
Guess I'm needing some wipes
Her pussy's tight still
I ain't sleeping the night
I've had gyal eat the pie
Then try be the wife

Let me speak in the mic
Bro these streets are my life
And I'm chasing my dreams
Ain't been sleeping at night
There's no rest for the wicked
Catch me stretching this midget
And way before shows we
Were selling them tickets
Gave bro a couple grams at
The end of the visit
You won't believe the profit if you
Sell it in prison